I intend to visit it myself, come morning. Perhaps we shall find our paths crossing once more.

[ Clasping her hand, he gives it a brief shake; an odd custom, but one he observes without faltering. ]

Thranduil of the Woodland Realm — Mirkwood, in the Common Tongue. Well met, Miss Granger. [ Turning slightly, he invites her to the slice of table previously vacated in order to speak with her. ] If you wish to continue perusing your map while you eat, I shall not take offense. I may even join you in this endeavour.